I hope we shall have some nice soft rain,' said father, as they left the field.
Many days went by, rain came again and again. There was sunshine, too; but sometimes the east winds blew.
Dora and Harry went out every morning to look at the field. But they always came in saying that there was nothing but brown earth to be seen.
At last, one morning they came in running and jumping. 'Our wheat is up! There are tiny green leaves all over the field!' After this there was always something fresh to see. The wheat-plants grew taller, and put out long leaves.
Dora said one day that they looked like grass, and her mother told her that wheat was a large kind of grass.
'Look at the shape of the leaves,' she said, 'and the joints in the stems.'The wheat soon grew so tall that it stood above the heads of the children. They used to go in among it, and make believe that they were lost in a great forest.

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